The misadventures of a curious girl who loves life, a good cupcake, sparkles, and yarn pron.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

"it was hard & I cried"

So yesterday, my stomach was on fire b/c I was trying out level 2 training grp for the first time. The above quotation is what I told SuperC about my experiences.

In level 1, which I began in mid June, we did 12 exercises spread out through the hour with plenty of breaks in between. Level 2, not so much. It is high intensity interval training with me going through 12 sets of exercises a minimum of 2x, ideally 3.

It was hard. I cried. My body didn't do what I wanted it to do. I thought I was stronger than I was. I thought I was fitter than I was. I wasn't and I am not. Luckily, the trainer only had me and this svelte wonderwoman to worry about so it was a mini personal training session that included:

That's what I remember...and I'm glad to be humbled. My body had adapted and I cry from time to time when I work out..it's normal..it's just energy release and cleansing.

Life is busy otherwise. I've managed to edit the Newsletter for AAP and work on other things needing my attention. I casted on a pair of mittens w/ some NHKM left over yarn from my Candyland Anty's. I hope to get them before the spring.

Live well for him...a disclaimer

Thank you for stopping by my blog. Life was manageable until my Dad died of a massive heart attack on March 17, 2011. He was 57. I can't guarantee that I will be warm & fuzzy, funny & sassy, or even healthy. Life just seems to be one foot in front of the other with a bunch of bad words in between right now. Have patience with me or take a break, your choice.